He had jumped up, had run to the front door and opened it, had listened to the retreating footsteps on the stairs. Like a ghost at cocck-cro...

He had jumped up, had run to the front door and opened it, had listened to the retreating footsteps on the stairs. Like a ghost at cocck-crow, a faint familiar perfume lingered vanishingly on the air. He closed the door again, walked into his grey and yellow bedroom and looked out of the window. A few ...